In the sixth grade of primary school, I suddenly transferred to another school for family reasons. The new school doesn't adapt to anything, even the language doesn't make sense. The teacher can't speak Mandarin at all! But this year, the teacher assigned homework: keep a diary! Keep a diary every day, with unlimited content and words! Now I still remember the contents of my first diary: I wrote about a little girl who was alone at home, bought food for the first time, bargained, and then excitedly went home to cook for herself! Although the conversation and mood at that time were recorded like a running account, for me, it was the first time that it was complete, not a fabricated text, but a text with its own true story! Perhaps, that's when my composition style began to change! Really, every composition I write in the future is my true feelings!
The first time I stood on the podium and read my composition was the first day of junior high school. It was a brand-new place and a brand-new life! My first demonstration composition was called 690 yuan, which was my first composition when I entered junior high school. And what just happened. In a less wealthy family, my father paid my tuition with 690 yuan, watched him carefully along the way and paid the fee seriously. I know what this money means to our family, and I am clearly aware of their difficulties. I hope I can study hard. I can't do anything, the only reward is to live up to the opportunity of "knowledge changing fate" given by this 690 yuan!
Three years in junior high school and three years in senior high school, the only constant is keeping a diary! Even after four years in college, I never forgot to keep a diary. The most complete diary is the diary bought after receiving the letter of separation. It is full of a notebook, from dream to reality to fantasy ... It took more than a year to record every dream, every listening, every meeting, and every tragic year of fantasy after breaking up! It was not until a few days before graduation that I met by chance that I deeply realized that the original fate had been exhausted and it was really a face-to-face meeting! He passed me like this, but he didn't see me. It feels like the tip of a knife cuts through the heart. Fortunately, he is about to graduate. Fortunately, he won't have to meet again in the future, and there will never be such an encounter again, which has stung the already numb nerves!
Unfortunately, I haven't written a diary since graduation. From weekly diary to monthly diary, write once every six months. Finally, I basically reviewed my life in the past year!
Three weeks ago, I attended a speech training class on impulse. Actually, I'm not going to do anything. I just went with a feeling, but I overcame my fear at once and can share it calmly on the stage! You know, a teacher who was afraid of a three-foot platform gave up the platform and gave up being a teacher. He chose to work in an early education institution. In two days, he overcame his fear and stood on the platform for six minutes without taking the manuscript! My hands didn't shake, my legs didn't shake, and even my voice didn't shake ... The surprise came so fast! The most incredible thing is: I grew up on 2 1 day, and I kept a diary for 20 days! I think it's time to get back what I left behind!
As the days go by, many things will be forgotten with time if they are not recorded! Feel, empathize, the power of words is infinite, good and bad, all given by life, I hope words can make you and me empathize at the ends of the earth, no one is lonely!